Written Apologies

To the Little Girl on the Playground ,

I'm sorry that I called you a liar when you told me that your grandpa was your biological father. And now that I am old enough to know what that means...I'm even more sorry that your mom is your sister and your brother is your uncle.

To the mean girl in P.E. ,

I'm sorry I let you shame me into never wearing my favorite shoes again. My mom paid $3.99 for those bad boys and I don't care what you say...electric blue, vinyl low tops are bitchin'


To Michael C. ,

I'm sorry that I treated you like a scrawny weakling and rolled my eyes in disgust when you couldn't lift all 120 lbs of my dead weight in that dance sequence we did together. I am now willing to accept some personal responsibility for our failure...I guess I could have jumped a little.


To Rhonda D. ,

I'm sorry we would call you a "fashion leper" almost to your face. I can't say you deserved it...but I do hope you have come to realize that the grape purple, polk-a-dot, ruffled chiffon blouse with matching beret was a bit much.

CC

The Reluctant Blogger

Hmmm....I'm not entirely sure about this whole blog thing. I think that the name itself has been turning me off. I mean honestly, "blog"? It sounds like a Tolkein character, or the sound that comes out right before you're going to be sick. And then there are all the blog word derivatives: 'blogger', 'blogroll,' and my personal unfavorite, 'tumblelog', which conjures up the image of a rolling piece of poo. Was web-log really so hard to say? Did we really need a 'short-form' of a two syllable word?

So now I find myself in the position of a reluctant blogger. Why bother you ask? Why add another tasting of mediocrity to the soup of uninteresting over-share which makes up the (cringe) blogosphere?

It has recently come to my attention that a lot of people much hipper than me have been blogging it up for some time now. What I saw as tacky self aggrandizement is apparently a fashionable form of personal self expression. Besides, no one wants to be last to the party.

CC